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Thursday, January 14, 2010

What happened to the Haitian people is a very unfortunate situation. How dare anyone make a mockery of those who've lost their lives. How dare anyone make a mockery of those who are losing their minds right now because they've either lost a loved one or don't know if their loved ones are alive.

The earthquake is not an opportunity for racist agenda-having, religious, and political maggots to push their agenda. Fucking assholes.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

When I first heard of this terror attempt, I was disappointed but I wasn't going to allow it to affect me. I'd even made light of it. Then the gravity of the incident dawned on me when I was on a cab ride in Times Square, NYC and saw "Nigerian" and "terrorist attack" in the same sentence. My heart sank instantly.

After reading this article, my heart sunk even lower. I never considered the hard time that my family and I could face when traveling or when interacting with people ignorant of Nigerians. I knew that a new stereotype would come from this incident.

We're already known as 419 scammers, dating sites scammers, and/or simply cab drivers. I never cared for those labels because I know that the majority of Nigerians are hardworking people. I know that the majority of Nigerian immigrants and their children are strivers and thrivers. Even though the media and anti-immigration bigots want to label us as "con artists" or "rank-and-file," I know that isn't the case.

So, to my fellow Nigerians, and those in the Muslim community, I ask that you do not allow the actions of Umar F. Abdulmutallab and his ilk to have you hang your head in shame nor walk with your tail between your legs. After all, the Arab and/or Muslim Worlds do not and neither do Americans. You are an INDIVIDUAL. If any bigot tells you otherwise, be sure to correct them ;-)

Monday, June 29, 2009

I know that I'm days late with a post about Michael Jackson but I just had to wrap my mind around his sudden death. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. It just seems surreal. Death is part of life but it always seems unimaginable when it's your favorite artist.

See, I'm an 80's baby so his death affected me in a different kind of way. His music is the soundtrack of my childhood. I had school supplies and posters with Michael's images on them. I tried my hardest to mimmick his dance routines. I could recite the lyrics to all his songs. I caught every one of his award show performances. Nobody was touching Michael. Not even Prince ;-)

Michael's videos were played on regular network channels. People would lose their damned minds over him. Fainting and everything. He still has the best-selling album in music history. People still can't touch Michael. My man shut down Twitter, Facebook, and Google because of the reports surrounding the conditions leading up to his death.

What I loved most about Michael was his ability to appeal to people multiculturally, multiracially, and most importantLI, multigenerationally. I can't think of one artist as of late that has multigenerational appeal.

I'd like to wrap this post with some amazing videos and songs by and including Michael Jackson. Rest in peace, Michael. You're in a better place.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

For Christine Cameron, the recession became real when the financial analyst she had been dating for about a year would get drunk and disappear while they were out together, then accuse her the next day of being the one who had absconded.

Dawn Spinner Davis, 26, a beauty writer, said the downward-trending graphs began to make sense when the man she married on Nov. 1, a 28-year-old private wealth manager, stopped playing golf, once his passion. "One of his best friends told me that my job is now to keep him calm and keep him from dying at the age of 35," Ms. Davis said. "It's not what I signed up for."

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I love how out-of-touch White Americans assume some pseudo authority on race relations. I love how they conveniently ignore the "One Drop Rule" when convenient. I love how they pretend that we're all holding hands across the nation singing "Kumbayah" while dishing racist vitriol. I love how they can be unhealthily obsessed with people of color and dehumanize us at the same time.

And I also love how they can rely on antiquated and ruled-out research that feminizes and racializes poverty. I also love how they can run off at the mouth without offering any solutions. Bitch please.

Friday, December 19, 2008

*SMH* Is this what Nas was talking about on Hip Hop Is Dead? The fact these wet-behind-the-ears rappers pop shit and have no regard for their elders who've paved the way for their asses? His album better be a classic.

C. Hamilton needs to humble himself cuz he could easily find his way back to his old cardboard mat. You ain't been off the streets that long, homie.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Never did I think I'd see this day. I was prepared for this election to be stolen with all of the reports of faulty touch screen voting machines.

A Black man and his family in the White House. Amazing. It's really empowering to know that we can now honestly tell young Black children that they can be president. This is so surreal. I'm speechless and all cried out over this joyous moment.